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To: Janice Shell who wrote (5230)	12/14/1997 12:02:00 PM
From: jpmac	Respond to of 71178

taht is all fun, isn't it? you do know how to have a good time. on occasion (rare occasion) i like to make a trip a MALL. not a mere walmart, fasinating as they be. and observe the masses wildly flitting from store to store. entranced with the most absurd and useless stuff. grasping and groping for thingamajigs they're sure they can't live without. racking up bucks on their phoney money credit cards so's they can have IT. what do they want it for? at some point the surreal effect of mass consumption becomes too much for my tenuous hold on reality and i have to flee the scene. but it's fun while it lasts. sceery, too, fer sure.

To: Janice Shell who wrote (5230)	12/14/1997 12:21:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

We see the same things. And there is something truly humorous about it, something I can often use to make MJ laugh, but the too-oft effect is fright, vertigo, and pathos. A nausea of the futility, shallowness, ugliness. A homesickness. (They say, a persons perceptions reflect their inner being...) This pathos thing really sucks, causes me distress and feelings of weakness, but it's intense enough to create panic. Severe panic. Flailing type. Or just depression. (Pretty sick, huh?) I don't mall anymore. Ever. (Some members of a specie population are bound to fail...) PS: Maybe I just need you guys to go with me. And point to those black shadows in the corner of the room. "See, Paul, it's just..."